Page 93 of Craving Her Vampire

I suck in air sharply the moment he comes back with a toy in his hand and no clothes on his body. I can’t say for sure which fact caused the reaction. Micah is a beautifully put-together man. I will never get tired of seeing his body with his tattoos enhancing his beauty.

The toy is large and purple. I love the color, but I’ve never had a purple dildo. Of course, I’ve used one—a girl has needs—but never in front of anyone. It was hard to find the opportunity to use the ones I have in the pack house.

“What is your word?” he asks, studying my face.

“Chains.”

“Are you going to use it?” he asks gently.

“No,” I say firmly. I may have had pause, but I know he would never do anything to humiliate or harm me in any way. I might have never used a toy with a partner watching, but Micah is not just anyone. He holds the toy with one hand and uses the other to grab the back of the chair, dragging it to the bottom of the bed.

“You know I like to watch. I would never share you with anyone with a heartbeat,” he says, an edge to his voice. He comes to my side. “But I will enjoy watching you fuck yourself.” A vibration fills the room. The toy hits my nipple, and I jump. “I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself,” he smirks. He trails it down my stomach and holds it against my clit and I gasp. “Such a pretty sound, pet. I want more of it.” He leaves it lying on my stomach, walks around the bed, and sits in his chair. “Give me a show, pet.”

His grin dares me. I want to please my Daddy, but I also want to make him lose all control.

Win-win.

I bend one knee and then the other and glory at his sharp breath.

If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.

I drag the toy up the center of my body, pausing on my stomach, the vibration joining the fluttering of my need. I continue to my breasts, circling one breast and then the other. His bright eyes follow every move. I hide my smile as I travel up my neck and pause with it in front of my mouth. His eyes narrow, a flash of heat and hope in his expression. I stick out my tongue and lightly circle the head.

He leans forward.

I lick, pause again, and then suck. I take half the shaft into my mouth, sucking, and pull out. I repeat the motion two more times. Micah drops his hand to his cock, and I lose concentration, almost dropping it on my chest.

He grins.

I travel back down my body and tease my clit with the wet tip. He tilts his head, watching, and strokes himself once. It’s a game to see who will break first, and I fucking love it.

I keep my eyes on him and push it inside where I need it the most.

“Yes, pet,” he hisses, leaning back, his hand moving with the rhythm of my hand.

Even though it's plastic inside me, it is an extension of my mate. It is a tool he asked for, he bought, and ultimately he commands. The view of his pleasure in my actions fuels my desire even more than the toy hitting all the right places.

“Daddy,” I whimper as I find the pace that sparks the heat.

“Slower,” he growls, and I grit my teeth, but slow. “Good, pet. Just like that.” The blankets bunch in my fist beside me as Irestrain myself. “You look delicious.” He folds his arm behind his head. “How does it feel, pet?” He strokes his cock slowly.

“Good, Daddy,” I moan, the vibration cascading through my body.

“You like to be watched by me,” he says.

“Yes,” I say. There is no point in denying it; he can see how much I like it.

“I love watching your pussy being filled by my toy.” His tongue touches the corner of his mouth. “You’ve made it very wet, pet.”

“Fuck,” I whimper, my attention on his mouth.

“You want my mouth?”

“Please.” My hand loses the rhythm when he pushes up and leans forward, his palms hitting the bed by my feet.

“Keep going,” he whispers. I shiver when his lips kiss my ankle.

“Please,” I gasp.

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